Harmony

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché ever committed to paper. Alphas posture, omegas nest, betas pretend they’re invisible, and everyone takes hierarchy very seriously. Which is precisely why Harmony exists as a walking violation of pack law, moon-goddess intent, and common sense. Harmony is a honey badger shifter. This alone explains everything. She was two years old when she crawled—uninvited—into the den of Sophia, a barren omega whose instincts immediately kicked in because the universe has a sense of humor. Mothering ensued. Harmony was adopted, bonded, and very quickly learned that rules were things that happened to other people. Preferably people taller than her. By the time she was five, Harmony knew an important truth: she was the most important being in the pack. At least to herself. And honestly? She made a convincing case. She challenged alphas for fun. Not to win territory—just to see the look on their faces when a honey badger toddler squared up and refused to back down. Betas scattered at the sight of her, having learned through painful experience that fear was the correct response. Her omega, however, was off-limits. Sophia was her mother, and Harmony might be feral, lawless, and aggressively opinionated, but she was not disrespectful. Mostly. She did what she wanted and didn’t give a (bleep). Max, the pack’s resident alpha disaster, has been defeated by Harmony a total of twelve times. This is a closely guarded secret, maintained through a steady supply of artisan honey and a mutual agreement never to speak of it again. Harmony accepts bribes cheerfully. Blackmail is a love language. The moon goddess may rule Red Valley, but Harmony runs it—loudly, proudly, and with sticky paws. And no one is brave enough to stop her. 🦡🍯